"Lord Chen, Lord Hu is in the private room! I won't be going in," Sun Qian said respectfully, standing beside the door.

Chen Yang pushed the door open and entered.

The entire room was carpeted with lambskin, so soft it felt like stepping on clouds. The liquor cabinet, dance floor, coffee table—every detail bespoke ultimate opulence.

"Mr. Chen, you've finally arrived!" Zhao Yinghu hurried over to greet him, his face wreathed in smiles.

Chen Yang nodded. "I'd heard about places like this and was curious, so I came to see it for myself."

"Mr. Chen, your presence brings luster to my humble abode!" Zhao Yinghu said fawningly.

Qin Wu shot Chen Yang a sideways glance, his expression impassive, showing no intention of getting up.

However, a middle-aged man in black brocade beside him spoke with a sneer, "Lord Hu, is this wet-behind-the-ears kid the big shot you were talking about? I think you've been had."

"Gong Bo! Mr. Chen is my honored guest. Watch your tone!" Zhao Yinghu said in a low, stern voice.

The man named Gong Bo simply curled his lip, completely unconcerned.

Chen Yang's expression remained unchanged. His gaze rested on Qin Wu for a moment before he strode forward.

Pulling over a chair, Chen Yang made himself at home, sitting before the massive floor-to-ceiling window that offered a full view of the fighting ring below. "This is a great spot!"

"That's my seat!" Gong Bo's eyebrow twitched as he spoke coldly.

Chen Yang ignored him, grabbing a handful of sunflower seeds and starting to crack them open contentedly.

Gong Bo's gaze darkened. "Are you deaf?!"

"Is that any way to speak to Lord Hu's guest?" Qin Wu remarked indifferently, picking up a glass of wine and swirling it gently.

"What a pretentious act!" Gong Bo glared at Chen Yang with a sinister sneer. "You think you can act so high and mighty just because Lord Hu is polite to you?"

Chen Yang shook his head with a faint chuckle. Whom have I offended now?

"I'll say this one last time. This is my seat. Get the hell out of it now!" Gong Bo growled.

Chen Yang couldn't help but laugh. "Is your name written on it?"

Gong Bo was speechless.

"If not, kindly shut your stinking mouth. The smell is bothering me."

Gong Bo's expression shifted rapidly. He took a step forward, looming over Chen Yang. "You have a death wish!"

Chen Yang pulled out two tissues and held them to his nose, his face a mask of disgust.

Gong Bo fell silent again.

That simple gesture was enough to nearly give the top-tier ancient martial arts expert a heart attack.

Zhao Yinghu snapped, "Gong Bo, this is my turf. You'd better behave!"

"Hmph!" Gong Bo's icy gaze remained fixed on Chen Yang. He sneered, "For Lord Hu's sake, I'll let this slide. Otherwise, you'd already be a dead man."

"Ptui!" Chen Yang spat out a sunflower seed shell. "Idiot."

"You... you..." Gong Bo's bloodshot eyes widened in fury. The veins on his clenched fists bulged as if he wanted to tear Chen Yang limb from limb.

"Gong Bo!" Zhao Yinghu's expression soured. "I don't want to have to say that again!"

After glaring at Chen Yang for a few more seconds, Gong Bo broke into a savage grin. He formed his fingers into a knife hand and made a sharp cutting motion through the air in Chen Yang's direction.

"The match in the ring is starting. Let's watch," Qin Wu said, remaining completely unflappable, as if little in the world could capture his interest.

In fact, when Qin Wu first heard Zhao Yinghu mention Yang Hu, he had been quite curious. What kind of person could possibly dominate Zhao Yinghu? A person's true strength is evident in their aura and can't be faked. But the moment he saw Chen Yang, he lost all interest.

Chen Yang looked toward the ring. Sure enough, a man and three wolves were already locked in a chaotic melee.

The ferocity of an Icefield Wolf is instinct, but some humans are far more vicious than any beast.

Even after a chunk of flesh was torn from him, the man named Charlie didn't so much as frown, let alone cry out in pain. He continued to fight ferociously, managing to bite through the neck of one wolf.

On the blood-drenched ring, it was hard to tell who the real beast was.

In less than three minutes, the fight was over.

After brutally tearing apart one wolf, Charlie crushed the head of the last remaining one under his foot!

SQUISH!

Bright red blood splattered across the ring.

Some first-time spectators screamed in terror, clutching their chests and gasping for breath.

Too bloody!

Their screams were followed by roars of disbelief and frustration from those who had bet on the Icefield Wolves. In just three short minutes, their life's savings had vanished, leaving them with nothing.

In contrast, those who had bet on the man erupted in triumphant cheers and howls, excitedly spreading the news of their win.

It was a perfect depiction of the dramatic highs and lows of life.

"Lord Hu, this master boxer of yours is truly impressive! Facing an attack from three Icefield Wolves, and he only shed a little blood!" Qin Wu said with a thumbs-up, his voice filled with admiration.

Zhao Yinghu stood ramrod straight, his pride undisguised. "It took a great deal of effort to recruit Charlie! Thankfully, my efforts paid off. He wins every time and has never disappointed me!"

"I dare say that as long as you don't step in, Qin Wu, Charlie is unlikely to meet his match!"

"Is that so?" Qin Wu smiled faintly, as if he had been waiting for Zhao Yinghu to say exactly that. He then gestured to Gong Bo. "Go and test Lord Hu's capable right-hand man."

"Alright!" Gong Bo bared his teeth in a grin and, ignoring Zhao Yinghu completely, walked straight out of the private room.

Zhao Yinghu considered for a moment, then laughed. "Qin Wu, your subordinate might die!"

"Don't be so certain. What if your man is the one who dies?" Qin Wu's mouth twisted into a smirk.

"Hmph! Then we'll see!" Zhao Yinghu stared at Qin Wu, his mind racing to figure out his true purpose. Is he just pretending to want to cooperate, but really he's here to challenge my territory? After all, it made sense that Qin Wu, who dominated the Northern Desert's underground boxing market, would want to expand his influence southward. Still, his faith in Charlie kept him from worrying too much.

Charlie was already on a thirty-fight winning streak, each one a decisive victory. He had become a War God in the eyes of the crowd. Waves of excited roars and cheers crested and fell across the arena, growing more intense by the second.

When Gong Bo stepped into the ring, the atmosphere reached its peak.

"Charlie, tear him apart!"

"Stomp his head in!"

His blood already boiling from the previous fight, Charlie looked at Gong Bo like a predator sizing up its prey, his eyes growing even redder.

Gong Bo smiled, his hands clasped behind his back. The scorn and disdain on his face were completely undisguised.

Seeing Chen Yang still casually cracking sunflower seeds with a completely indifferent expression, Zhao Yinghu couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Chen, who do you think will win this fight?"

"Gong Bo, of course," Chen Yang blurted out.

Zhao Yinghu was speechless.

"And your master boxer probably won't last more than three moves," Chen Yang added.

Zhao Yinghu was speechless.

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